You don't get to share your feelings until you can start a fire with one match in a drizzle. There is something about watching a spark catch that unlocks the male brain. Once the coffee is boiling, the lies turn into truths, and the truths turn into solutions.
We are . And no, we aren't superheroes. We aren't special forces. We aren't even particularly good at tying fishing knots.
Our "mission"? To prove that the best conversations happen when you are physically exhausted, covered in sap, and standing at the edge of a cliff. When we started this rag-tag group at WWW.MissionBoys.com , we realized every organization falls apart without rules. But we hate paperwork. So we only have three:
P.S. Grunt finally spoke yesterday. He looked at a map, pointed to a section labeled "Unmaintained Trail," and said "Pretty." It’s going to be a brutal hike. Can’t wait.
Leave the chest-pounding for the gym. If you show up to a trailhead trying to "dominate" the hike, Grunt will make you carry the cast-iron skillet for 12 miles. We don't lead by barking; we lead by pointing at the horizon and saying, "Bet you can't make it to that tree."